The length of it, its girth, the warmth of its skin, the way its fleshy phallus feels gliding against my tight flesh—it’s almost indistinguishable... from a well-endowed man’s cock. Actually, it feels so much better than a dick, because it’s constantly throbbing gently inside of me while also coating itself with this incredibly slippery sap that I swear is making my pussy tingle with pleasure and making everything feel more intense. There’s also this weird stretching sensation deep in my vagina. .... I join them and ask what they would like to drink ...3 G and Ts, and I have a John Collins, great big treble measures for next to nothing.... Miranda suddenly introduces me ...'Girls this is Kaye I was telling you about' ....BLUSH FUCK ...... Kaye this is Yvonne & Betty, Pleased to meet you Kaye, they say in unison, how long have you been dressing I'm asked, so I quickly tell them about Kaye starting at 10 and how I have reached the age of 30 now and still the thrill never goes away, and. “I’m Cynthia,” she smiled.“I’m Austin, nice to meet you.”“So, I haven’t seen you here before last night. Are you new around here?” She asked as she received her drink.“I am new to the area, in a sense.”“Oh? What sense do you mean?” she replied.“I moved in nearby about six months ago.”“So, where are you from?” I told her the town I lived in as she took another sip from her drink. “I never been there,” she replied. “So, how do you like it here?” She asked.“It is a bit different from home. But I. As I have said earlier, I am not lacking in talents of persuasion (though some have referred to them as 'unholy nagging') and so I did eventually learn of how Anarion was knighted. After the funeral, he was invited to the king's private library, where his majesty and several of his friends gathered to share their own private memories of that great man. After the expected interrogation into Quinlan's last hours, the king decided that the best way to honour Quinlan was to create an order of.